My Hidden Secret

Chapter 3

jungkook pov

Is it possible for the same day to be the happiest and the saddest of my life?I tilt my head and regard my reflection in the mirror. There wasn't enough time to order a custom dress, S my mother took me to the most prestigious wedding salon in the city and picked the most expensive dress available. It had to be adjusted to fit my rather impressive behind. "What do you want to be done with your hair?" the hairstylist asks."Leave it loose," my mother suggests from the chair in the corner of the room. he's been overseeing the preparations since five this morning."Loose is okay." I shrug.taehyung didn't come to see me. Not on the day my grandfather announced that we'll be getting married, and not any time during the following weeks. I guess he considered it not necessary since we already knew each other.I assess my reflection again. My dream is finally coming true. 

But, In ever thought it would be such a bitter experience. Based on what I overheard the morning I eavesdropped outside of my grandfather's study, I should have expected it."What am I going to do with a nineteen-year-old," taehyung said. As if I wasa stray dog someone brought in off the street. One he couldn't throw out,but he didn't want there either.I'm glad I only overheard the tail end of the conversation. God knows what else he said before that.There is a knock on the door and my father's head peeks inside. "You're beautiful, kookie." He smiles and turns to my mother. "jin, we need to hurry or we're going to be late.""We'll be down in a minute," he says, moving somewhere behind me.The staff leave the room first, my mother following, then jimin and I exit last."Smile, kookie! You're finally marrying taehyung," he whispers. "It still feels surreal.""Yeah.""Oh, come on. It's your wedding day for God's sake. I expected you to be ecstatic. People will expect you to be happy.""I'm just nervous," I lie. I haven't told him about what I heard taehyung sayin Grandfather's study. "Here, better?" I ask and offer one of my favorite fake smiles."Perfect. I love that one, I've never really managed to pull off the right mix of happiness with a tiny bit of shyness. You were always Mom's best student." he laughs.Yes, it's all about appearances in our world. 

***********************************************************************************************taehyung's pov

I'm standing in front of an altar, waiting for my  bride. Unbelievable.The church's tall door opens, and jungkook, on his father's arm, steps inside. I take the opportunity to study my future wife as he approaches.Maybe it's the light, but his face looks different from the last time I saw him for more than a fleeting second. he's still breathtaking. Still the same longhair, huge eyes, and sharp cheekbones. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is,but there's something a miss. he gives the impression that he's happy. A small smile is on his lips, and his head is held high—a picture-perfectimage of a radiant bride. I move my gaze back to his eyes, and that's when I see it. his face might be showing happiness and joy, but the emotion doesn't reach his eyes. Instead, they seem . . . empty. he takes the final step to stand beside me, his gaze focused solely on the priest. Of course he doesn't want this either. What nineteen-year-old would want to be tied to a man almost twice his age? he must be scared about what's happening. I should have gone to speak with him beforehand,met him properly prior to the wedding. It's not as if I'm planning on us having a marriage that fits the true sense of the word, but still.As the priest starts speaking, I reach out to take his hand in mine, and hear his sharp intake of breath. jungkook looks down at our joined hands,then lifts his gaze to stare right at me. his eyes are not vacant anymore, and as he watches me, I can almost see the fire burning in their dark depths. I like that much better than the dead look.After the priest finishes and we exchange rings, I lean down and place a quick kiss on her cheek. When I straighten and look at him, I find him watching me with that empty stare again.